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Here's a few more details about the job decision - for the inquiring minds.
First I want to preface this by saying - I wasn't looking for a job.
I'm never looking for anything - things come across my path - and they sound like fun.
My problem is that I want to do everything.
If it's fun - I want in.
Work at Starbucks?
Macy's make up counter?
The garden center, the bookstore, the library?
FUN! FUN! FUN!
When the health club job popped up - I thought ...ohhh, I can wear cute workout outfits and make smoothies for people and then I can use that money to pay for a personal trainer.
SO - I'm supposed to be there at 8:30am on Thursday morning (a week ago today) - so that I'd talk to him before the hardcore workout class. I thought I'd look better.
Now...classic Jayme behavior - I do not look at the address of where I'm going, because I'm under the assumption - which I have no idea where I got that assumption - that this gym was near Home Depot, in the old Gold's Gym building.
I leave 45 minutes before the interview - it's a 20 minute drive.
I stop at a yard sale on the way - I've got plenty of time.
I get to the old Gold's Gym building, and it's completely abandoned.
Now - remember, I got rid of my cell phone?
So I see this guy loading a van and I ask for help.
He looks on HIS smart phone and gives me an address...I had no idea it was that far out! I am going to have to hustle.
That's not it.
That's a gym called American Fitness - not BodyMaxx.
I stop at the farm stand next door and they tell me - oh that was BodyMaxx until recently.
I ask for a phone book.
It's not in there.
I'm now 10 minutes late for the interview, I have no phone, and I have no flipping clue where the gym is.
I get in my car...
it won't start.
I smile and say 'ok God, this is your answer'.
I start driving home - thinking I will call and apologize profusely to this man for wasting his time.
I decide to try ONE more time to find the place, and I pulled into the Dish Network office and found a super nice guy that looked it up on the internet, printed me out a map, and handed me a phone to call the guy.
He got a hug.
He still wanted to interview me, and laughed at my predicament.
I showed up 45 minutes late for the interview.
Great first impression...
"Um, I like totally don't know where your gym is at, and like, I don't have a cell phone".
We had a great conversation.
I told him - I don't want to work Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, Mondays, or nights.
I need unlimited vacation time off.
I felt excited and thought I would take the job, all weekend, that was my plan.Then I found myself starting to feel anxious.
Sunday and Monday, Aaron is here.
Tues - Thurs I would be at the gym.
Fridays I clean for my neighbor.
That leaves Saturday.
It made me itchy inside.
I am very fortunate that I don't have to work, although, if you saw my bank account, you might disagree.
I am just happy with enough.
Enough to pay the bills, enough to buy food.
I'm not willing to trade my time for a sense false of security.
Trust me, the little I would make from a job certainly wouldn't offer any security.
It might offer steak instead of ground round.
Interestingly enough - I found myself being a lot freer with spending at the thought of working again.
But for whatever reason, I had the hardest time making a decision. I kept fearing that I'd make the wrong one. I had no peace with either decision at first.
I'll take the job. Hmm....I don't know...it doesn't feel right. Am I just scared? Have I become too comfortable at home?
I won't take the job....ooohhh, what if I'm missing a blessing? I need to give back, blah blah.
Then I just starting thinking this:
I would be exchanging a good 18 hours of my time a week to work with a personal trainer for 3.
Not a good trade.
I finally felt peace.
I thanked him for my time, and declined the job.
Once a decision was made, and in stone...I really felt good.
I felt relieved.
I think it was the right decision for me.
Stay tuned...next month I may join the military, start a new business or decide to take a solo sailing trip around the world...
Never a dang dull moment.